My Suicide

Some people say she tried too hard, some say she tried too less
But when it came to misery she simply was the best

They say her heart had a thousand cracks and was held together by tape
They say it no longer looked a heart but a very peculiar shape

Some say she had the devil in her soul and some say she did not
All those whisperers knew for a fact is that she cried a lot

No one knew why she cried or why she wept bitter tears
The onlookers were curious, but curiosity turned to fear

No one dared talk to that lonely girl with her face in the shadows
Burn her at the stake, they would say, send her to the gallows

For a witch she seemed but a witch she was not
For it was not them she did despise but herself that she fought

Those onlookers and whisperers, they never gave her a chance
Not for hope, not for faith, not even for romance

They say it was all for attention, they say it was all a scam
Until one bitter cold night, she ran

She ran so far and so fast leaving her scars behind
Ran to a place that no mortal can find

But sometimes if you look at the night sky you might just see her face
The face she wore when suddenly she disappeared without a trace

Some say if you listen carefully, you can here those onlookers mutter
Some say if you are out at night, you might here her long dress flutter

Down a long narrow alley there hangs a bloody rope that waits for those who miss her
And if you find that bloody rope, you might hear those onlookers whisper